Friday, April 19, 2013

Feature: Bewitched by the Moon by Morgan Fox

Tiffany Miles is a fey witch with a magical birthright.
Forced by her people to align with the lycans, she discovers that doing so has
placed her in grave danger.

A nefarious vampire queen seeks to gain control of her
magical powers—powers she has no idea how to control.

Forced into a dangerous game of cat and mouse, Tiffany
turns to Zane McCoskey, a lycan doctor who has been bewitched by her since the
first moment he set eyes on her. Enslaved by unquenched desires, he learns that
the beautiful blonde is his mate, and the fevered attraction turns him inside
out. The fierce nature of his beast is released, and he will stop at nothing to
protect what belongs to him.

Only the courage and strength they find in each other’s
arms can save them all from certain death.

STORY
EXCERPT

“I saw you in the garden
today,” Zane said, his mind drenched in the memory of watching the woman he
loved fall into the arms of another man.

Tiffany froze, her hand still
outstretched to reach for a glass in the cabinet beside the refrigerator. He
couldn’t help but notice the sudden shiver that chased along the curve of her
spine, settling in her shoulders.

Zane’s body trembled with the
vibrations of anger. What had once lingered in his gut had sprung out to every
nerve in his body. Grinding his teeth together, he sat in the shadows of the
kitchen at the corner of the bar. He’d been there for hours wondering why
Tiffany had allowed another man to touch her, and why she sought comfort from a
man who wasn’t him.

Then he flipped the switch,
turning the kitchen light on, revealing himself. “I saw you kiss Ryder,” he
blurted out, not carrying if anyone else in the house heard.

She locked eyes with him.
“Zane,” she breathed. “I don’t know what happened.” She leaned against the
counter at her back, looking defeated. “I’m so confused.”

He frowned. At least she
hadn’t tried to insult him by denying it. “Confusion doesn’t make your mouth
kiss someone else’s. Desire does that, and you clearly feel something for
Ryder.” He was so angry, he wanted to hit something. He wanted to kick the shit
out of Ryder for crossing the line. Ryder had no right to touch Tiffany. She
belonged to him and him alone.

Zane arched a brow, the
corner of his mouth tugging upward in a lopsided grin. “So you bribed him into
silence with a good tongue fucking?”

Tiffany’s mouth formed a
giant O. “No, I swear. That was not what I intended to
happen.”

Zane studied her for a long
moment, heat blazing from his eyes. He dropped his head into his hands. “Maybe
it’s because you’re not a wolf,” he muttered softly.

“What are you talking
about?”

Zane rose from the barstool,
rounded the counter, and stalked toward her as if she were prey. His nostrils
flared as he took in her scent. “I’m talking about you being my mate and still
finding compulsions to be with another man.”

“What?” she gasped, her eyes
opening wide. “How could I be your mate? I’m not even a wolf.”

He crowded up against her,
forcing her to stare up at him. “No, you might not be a wolf, but all the
instincts are there, and had you been a lycan, I would’ve marked you the first
night we were together. I would’ve marked you so damn hard everyone would know
you belonged to me.” His tone was cold and rough.

She shook as he closed in on
her. His arms formed a cage around her. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

He slammed his fists on the
counter beside her, and she jumped, closing her eyes. “I didn’t want to frighten
you.”

A thundering growl emerged
from deep within him. The emotions surging through his body were so unlike him.
He felt out of control like the wild beast of his wolf was scratching at the
gates and he couldn’t stop it from getting out.

Jealousy’s a
bitch.

She opened her eyes. Her
bottom lip quivered as tears filled her gaze. “But you let me think less of what
this means to you. You let me think we were just sleeping together.”

Rage flooded him. “I let
you think?” He released a guttural laugh. “Damn it, what a joke.” He took
hold of her face, his hands diving into the lose strands of her soft, blonde
hair. “I’ve been in love with you for as far back as I can remember. You are so
much more to me than sex.”

“Zane,” she said his name on
a gasp. Tears began to stain her cheeks. “I don’t know what to say.”

His gaze lingered on her
face. His heart hammered like a freight train. She didn’t know what to say, he
repeated in his mind a dozen times. If she didn’t immediately profess her love
for him in return, then she didn’t love him at all.

“You don’t have to say
anything, Tiffany.” He released her, lowering his gaze and stepping away from
her. His claws lengthened, and his wolf screamed. His mate had rejected him. The
worst form of punishment any lycan could face.

“Tiffany, it’s best that you
go to your room and lock the door.” He exhaled hard. “Call for the
others.”

“Why?” she asked, fear
looming in her eyes.

His gaze shot to hers, his
fangs biting into his lips. His voice was distorted as he explained, “If you
don’t, my wolf is going to claim you, fucking and marking you in such a way you
will never be the same.”

She sucked in a breath.
“Zane, your eyes…they’re silver.”

Zane grasped the counter top
at his side, arching his back as a deep, primal cry sprung from his lips. “Go,
Tiffany!” he growled. “Go now before it’s too late!”

ADULT
EXCERPT

His hands were no longer
restraining her wrists. Now they were touching her, moving down between her
legs. One hand cupped her pussy while the other massaged her buttocks. She
moaned as his fingers swirled gently over her sensitive clit. She gasped as his
finger entered her, and she immediately parted her legs, giving him better
access.

Another finger.

“Oh, God,” she cried, her
nails clawing his back. The fever of release was close. “Don’t stop. Please
don’t stop.”

Her mind went blank. Her
entire body hummed with an energy she hadn’t felt before, and it was all because
of Zane. He was doing this to her, made her feel crazed with lust.

His breath on her neck, she
trembled, captivated by his touch. He brushed his lips over her tingling flesh.
More chills of excitement washed over her. He felt so good. Everything about him
had her begging for more.

Unable to stop herself, she
reached down and began stroking his hard cock, marveling at the size and velvety
softness of the skin that surrounded it. Groaning, he dragged his tongue over
the crook of her neck, and instantly she wanted to wrap her legs around his
waist.

As if hearing her thoughts,
he lifted her from the floor, and her legs immediately circled his hips. His
firm cock pressed between her damp folds, and her head fell back as his shaft
brushed over her throbbing clit. She arched her hips, hoping he would soon be
buried deep inside her.

“You feel so amazing,” he
rasped in her ear. “I want to be inside you. I need to be inside
you.”

Was he hearing her thoughts?
Reading her mind?

Again his hips moved forward.
She hissed as the thick head of his cock breeched her entrance. His body froze,
holding her against him. His breath was hot on her skin.

“Tiffany,” he whispered, his
lips gliding over her throat and up to her chin. “I’m going to ask you only
once, so I beg you to tell me the truth.”

His cock sank a little
deeper. The pleasure was almost too much to bear. “Whatever you want. Just ask
me.” She squeezed him tighter, digging her fingernails deeper into the tight
muscles of his back and shoulders.

He took possession of her
mouth, greedily kissing her. His body was still locked in place like a statue.
She dug her heels into his rear, hoping to encourage him to thrust forward, but
he didn’t.

She felt a smile on his lips
as he nuzzled his face against her ear. Slowly, he stretched her, another inch.
“Oh, God,” she said, gasping as the pressure built inside her. He was driving
her insane. She’d never survive another moment without him. “Please, Zane, I
need you.”

* * *
*

Zane bucked his hips forward,
teasing her with another inch of his cock. She clung to him, her arms clasped
tightly around his neck and her legs anchored around his waist. His fingers
kneaded the flesh of her hips. Wiggling, she tried to slide down the length of
his shaft, eager to impale herself upon it.

But his unyielding hands held
her steady. He was denying her what she so obviously wanted, and he wasn’t sure
how long he could continue to resist the temptation. Everything inside him
commanded that he satisfy her, his mate. He knew that if he did, he’d get
nothing from her but a fuck. He had to push her to the edge, make her drunk on
desire and captivated by the teasing pleasure he alone could give
her.

He pressed a hand between
them, seeking out her sensitive sweet spot. When his fingers parted her flesh to
find her clit, her pussy was slick with her desires.

Pleased to find her so
aroused, he grinned, nipping at her earlobe. Slowly, he moved his lips down the
delicate curve of her throat, suckling gently. His elongated fangs brushed over
her skin, ready to mark her. He marveled at the fact that her skin tasted of
warm vanilla sugar. A flavor he would crave for the rest of his life.

He groaned as he
ever-so-tenderly massaged her clit. When his finger began to caress her, she
arched her back, bringing her breast up to his mouth, but she quickly moved back
and sought out his lips. Tiffany grew ravenous for his kiss. Their tongues
molded together, tasting each other as if starved for affection.

Pushing back, she cried,
“Please, Zane. I need you.”

“Say it again,” he demanded,
holding her tight up against him. “Tell me you need me. Tell me you want
me.”

He meant it. He would never
be parted from his mate, and she would no longer keep secrets from him. They
were now one, and soon she would know that as well. He drove his cock the rest
of the way inside her, and she gasped. Her face was aglow with unrelenting
passions.

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